Style and Creek
Ages: 15-16
Angst
Warnings: Suicide, Over dose/drug abuse, a little smut (Not a lot mostly just a gay giving hickies) and gayness
Kyle's POV
'A whole bottle of Prozac'
Wanna know what I did after Stan sent me that text? I ran out of my house and straight to Craig's. Why Craig's? Because he has a car and only lives a block away from me.
I didn't even knock when I arrived, I just opened the door, ran right up the stairs and went to his room.
I opened the door and saw something I didn't want to see. Craig was in the middle of giving hickies to Tweek. Ew. I wanted to kill myself right then and there. I cleared my throat, making my presence in the room known. Craig fell off of Tweek and his bed and looked right at me.
"What the fuck do you want, Kyle? Can't you see I'm a bit busy here?" He asked, with a slight blush on his face.
"I just need your car keys. Like right now." I answered.
"And why exactly?"
"It's Stan. He sent me a text, seeming like he was gonna.." I let my sentence trail off on purpose, to scared to say it because I felt like if I did, it would be true.
Tweek got out of Craig's bed and stole one of Craig's many blue sweatshirts. Then he grabbed Craig's keys and said, "C'mon Craig, we're gonna drive Kyle to Stan's. And I'm not taking no for an answer you stubborn asshat." Then, Tweek walked out of the room.
Craig quickly got up from the ground and went over to his closet to grab his blue NASA sweatshirt.
"Do you always let him boss you around like that?" I asked.
"Uhh, yeah, most of the time." He responded.
"Alright then. C'mon, let's go." I told him before his sweatshirt was fully on and dragged him out of the room.
(MAJOR TW OF DRUG ABUSE COMING UP)
Tweek was a pretty fast driver, I'll admit. Fast enough to get us to the Marsh Farm within 7 minutes. When we arrived, I got out of the car before Tweek could fully park it. I had to see if Stan was alright.
I opened the door without knocking again and went straight to Stan's room. I got to his door and it was locked.
"C'mon Stan, open the fucking door!" I shouted.
No answer. Shit.
This couldn't be the end. No.
Like magic (Varian: NO LIKE ALCHEMY. Me: UGH FINE) Like alchemy, somehow, the door opened. I ran right in there and saw Stan on his bed, with an empty bottle of pills in his hand. I walked closer to him and checked if he was breathing or if his body was cold. He wasn't breathing and his body was frozen like ice. I was too late. Fuck...
'Or a shiny kitchen knife'
Word count: 466. sry pooks, it had to be done. I THINK MY POOKIE @h4ning10ats TOOKE ME OVER B FJEHF
